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Sexy2call HIFA

por Paulina Cuming (2019-07-04)


I'm running in the little secluded park just away from wealthy gated community I live in. It's a warm summer night, the soft breeze is just a welcome relief against my hot, sweaty skin. Sunlight has just set so I've decided to head back home. It isn't very far but I'm anxious to have home before the night time fully descends. There is a constant know who could possibly be available on the prowl..

I'm wearing my typical workout gear, charcoal grey leggings and שירותי ליווי חיפה a dark sports bra peeking through a sheer magenta pink tank top. My breasts never look a lot better than they do in an excellent sports bra, lifted and pushed together by the tight, supportive fabric which lifts and accentuates my modest C cup cleavage. My long thick hair pulled back to a messy bun, soft bangs framing my blue eyes and impossibly pale skin. An English Rose complexion, so I've been told. But my most obvious feature is my ample derriere. Round and firm, made more striking by my disproportionately dainty waist. I'm the kind of woman who usually dresses conservatively, whom despite being in my own early thirties, is frequently referred to as "cute" but rarely sexy. Perhaps that's why this form-fitting clothing makes me feel great, sensual even. I relish every lingering look I get from male passers by, walking their dogs or out for a run.

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I awaken in my own bed. I quickly realise that this is not just a dream. My hands and נערת ליווי חיפה feet are tied firmly to the bed posts. My head foggy and limbs heavy, I look down and my confusion is compounded further. My clothes have been replaced. The garment I'm now wearing is constructed of soft powder blue coloured silk, a tiny spaghetti strapped neglig? barely reaching my mid-thigh. The sheer fabric helps it be clear that my bra and panties have been removed. The loose bun I had in my hair is down now, my locks carefully placed around my shoulders.